In light of all the recent hype of the upcoming movie ~Julie & Julia, I finally forced myself to start to read the book, sadly to say I have only got to page 146, after 2 weeks. I usually tear through a book in a day or 2.
Thank god, I only spent $8.00 on a paperback. Well the jury is out on this until I actually plow my way through to the end,so until then, no comment.
It did get me to thinking of of when I met Julia Child, made her lunch, and had a cocktail with her. I was a young culinary student in Paris and the school I was attending often invited well known culinary genius’s to lunch. For fun. Not our fun mind you fun.
So, at school one day, Chef says we will have a guest or 2, fine, no problem. He says Victoria! pastry station. I crumble, I was terrible back then, had no patience for the art and science of pastry making, not any more, but woohoo that one got my blood moving. Chef Albert, our pastry chef, who secretly liked to squeeze my butt, said, oh shit, (merde) come here! He had a ball of dough, which he made a nipple on, said “Sophie Loren”, then he smacked it down flat! Said Sophie Lorens grandmother! Point being, he made me laugh, and relaxed me enough so I could not care less who I was cooking for.
Short, long story growing even longer..I was supposed to make a classic chocolate mousse, I thought, how many fucking ( though I never swore back then) chocolate mousses has she had to endure!
So, I went to my pantry, had made custard & genoise the day before, plus a framboise compote, so I made creme chantilly, crumbled genoise , drizzled w/ grand marnier, and topped w/ my compote between the layers, and fresh whipped cream. It was light, super delicious with just enough booze to make one say Hell Yah! An american bastardized version of trifle, who cares! It rocked.
Simone Beck snorted at me, fuck her. Julia Child was like , well that was truly delightful! If u have ever met met her, you would know that is something she would totally have said.
Then she said what part of Paris are you living in? I said the 7th arrondissment, 104 Rue De L’Universite! She said oh shit! Paul and I lived on Rue De L’Universite , lets go to the corner tabac and have a glass, just us girls. ( If you have ever met her Julia was not shy with her vocabulary!)
That was my lunch & conversation , my first, but not my last, with Julia Child! She urged me to go pound on James Beards door in Greenwich Village when I returned to New York. But alas by that time the man was quite ill and no longer involved in the culinary adventures of young students.
She was a class act. Never to been seen again! I am honoured to have fed her & traded quips. Sleep well, JC.